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ahhh my legs hurt. after a late night (because we decided to get american pie the wedding on pay per view at some stupid time because we couldn’t sleep)

so im cleaning up. i do the dishes. sweep up the floor. clean out the sink. take everything out of the cupboards clean it, organise it and put it back. clean the window. then i call tom through to ask him if he could brush the crumbs off the kitchen floor and he says that i “never do the dirty work”. i clean up, i cook, i pay *all* the rent, i buy the food and i let him stay here without asking him to do barely a thing. so i ask him what he meant by that and he continually tells me to shut up and eventually storms out the door. what the fuck is wrong with men? for all the work i do all i want is him to be nice and appreciate it. it’s always been this way even when i had so much coursework to do for uni. he doesn’t have a job and he’s not making any effort to get one. and on top of it all i have his family coming over and looking down on me. i have to clean up for them and then they make hints about how he should come home and staying with me is wrong. also they are trying to make him stay in the fucking halls next year. grrrrrrr… sorry for the rant.